Full in the brawny part of my right arm,
Where still the scar remains:—now blush, impostor;
For this thou canst not show.
[Bares his arm, and shows the scar, which they all look on.
Omnes. This is the true Amphitryon.
Jup. May your lordship please——
Grip. No, sirrah, it does not please me: hold your tongue, I charge you, for the case is manifest.
Jup. By your favour then, this shall speak for me. [Bares his arm, and shows it.
Tran. 'Tis just in the same muscle.
Polid. Of the same length and breadth; and the scar of the same blueish colour.